Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

The presidents of the other three major associations, as well as some of his close friends, had basically all come to congratulate him.

But he was present at the time; it couldn’t have been stolen then.

Moreover, all these paintings were in a safe that required not only a key but also a password. How could it have been so easily opened?

"Should we check the surveillance?" he suggested tentatively.

Jiang Wenshan’s eyelids twitched, and his anger cooled down instantly. He had actually forgotten about the surveillance in his rage.

He immediately turned on the computer and pulled up the surveillance, only to discover that it had been destroyed.

"It seems they came prepared," Jiang Wenshan scoffed, "The older, the wiser. Did they really think there was only one surveillance camera?"

Yun Yue sat calmly on the sofa, head bowed, silently counting the time.

Half a minute later, there was silence on the other end, and two people stared at the computer screen in disbelief.

She silently mourned for Jiang Qi for a second. If he didn’t die, he’d still lose several layers of skin.

Looking up, the person in the office chair had a dark, terrifying face, his small eyes wide with disbelief at the scene on the monitor.

"Jiang Qi!" he stood up furiously, almost gasping for breath, his voice nearly breaking as he called out Jiang Qi’s name.

The assistant trembled with fear at his roar.

This time, Young Master Jiang had truly angered the president.

It was bad enough that he didn’t pursue painting, but to dare steal the president’s treasured paintings.

He was as good as dead.

Jiang Wenshan made a ’gulping’ sound, wishing he could tear Jiang Qi to pieces.

"How can you guard against a thief in the family? Is this little bastard trying to kill me?!" Jiang Wenshan took a deep breath and quickly fetched a bottle of blood pressure medication from the drawer; he was truly furious.

"President, are you alright?" asked the assistant, looking at him, only able to secretly pray for Young Master Jiang as it was his family matter.

Jiang Wenshan waved his hand and felt much better after taking a blood pressure pill. "Go down."

Jiang Wenshan looked toward the person on the sofa, his anger subsiding a bit.

Thankfully he had taken on a considerate disciple, unlike Jiang Qi who he wished he had strangled at birth.

To dare steal from him.

What a good grandson!

"Your task today is to study these paintings, be very careful not to damage them, or I will fight you. Remember to lock up after you’re done; I’m going to deal with someone," he said briskly and handed her the keys to the safe before leaving the office in a fury.

The office door was slammed shut with a ’snap’, and she, with a mischievous smirk, lifted the paintings from the desk to the coffee table and began carefully examining them one by one.

...

Jiang Wenshan stormed into the Jiang Family’s compound, livid.

"Dad, why are you back?" Jiang Hezhou asked, seeing his dark expression.

Jiang Wenshan, as if he had swallowed gunpowder, glared at him. "What, it’s my house; can’t I return?"

Jiang Hezhou: "..."

He then asked, "Dad, who angered you?"

It surely couldn’t be him; he hadn’t done anything.

Jiang Wenshan glanced at him, frustration readily apparent, and said sternly, "It’s your well-raised son, not succeeding the family business is one thing, but stealing directly from me, where is he? I must flay his skin today."

"What did he steal?" Jiang Hezhou’s heart skipped, intimidated by his father’s uncontrollable rage. What had Jiang Qi done to anger Dad so much?

"My treasured paintings."

Jiang Hezhou’s heart trembled. Jiang Qi was so bold; even he couldn’t save him now. He poured a cup of tea, "Dad, have some tea to calm down first."

Jiang Wenshan was fuming with anger. Even after a cup of tea, his rage hadn’t subsided much. He looked at him and demanded, "Where is he? Call him out. Go get the ruler. I have to beat the blood out of him today, or else there will be complete lawlessness."

Jiang Hezhou spoke in a voice as quiet as a mosquito, which caused Jiang Wenshan to frown.

"Louder, are you a mosquito?"

Jiang Hezhou struggled internally. Sorry, son, but if I don’t give you up now, today your dad will start with you.

"He, he left early this morning," he said, his head hanging low in guilt.

The stare from above was like a sword on his back, and cold sweat soaked through him.

At that moment, Jiang’s mother walked in, sensing the oppressive atmosphere. With a heart skip, she cautiously asked, "Dad, what happened?"

She looked at Jiang Hezhou, who was too frightened to lift his head.

Jiang Wenshan’s expression softened a bit, "Le Qin, this has nothing to do with you. Where’s Jiang Qi?"

Song Leqin’s expression stiffened, "Dad, what do you need him for? He left early today."

"Where did he go?" Jiang Wenshan was relatively polite to Song Leqin.

Song Leqin, feeling guilty, said, "He went to work at the lab."

No wonder after dad left, he packed up his bags and left early in the morning. He must have angered dad somehow; even the ruler was brought out.

Jiang Wenshan: "...that little bastard, he better not come back!"

Jiang Hezhou: "Dad, if he doesn’t come back, the Jiang family will have no descendants."

Jiang Wenshan glared, "Then you should have a second child, a third child!"

He was challenging him, wasn’t he?

The father and son were clearly trying to infuriate him!

Song Leqin pinched Jiang Hezhou and glared at him. Even at this time, he dared to talk back to dad, not afraid of being hit by the ruler.

Song Leqin forced a smile and said, "Dad, you’re really joking. Don’t count on having a second or third child. I think letting Jiang Qi give you a great-grandson would be better."

She was almost fifty, even if she wanted to, she couldn’t have children anymore.

Jiang Wenshan’s expression eased upon hearing this, "That’s a good idea, go arrange it. Find him a match, and once there’s a great-grandson, I’ll beat him to death."

"..."

Jiang Hezhou: "I think the apprentice dad recently took on isn’t bad. If she and Jiang Qi got together, it would be keeping it all in the family."

Song Leqin: "..."

How could he be so oblivious to the situation that day? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Didn’t he see that dad’s apprentice was Xiao Chen’s woman?

Never mind dad not agreeing, Xiao Chen would be the first to disagree.

She didn’t have the guts to even think about messing with Xiao Chen’s woman.

Jiang Wenshan couldn’t stand it anymore; he picked up the ruler and swung it at his back, glaring, "Him? Worthy?!"

As if Jiang Qi deserved his apprentice?

"?!" Jiang Hezhou took a hit unexpectedly and immediately looked mournful. What had he done to deserve this today, bearing his son’s faults as a father?

But a slap was worth ten million.

"Dad, calm down, take care not to harm your health. I just heard about an ancient painting going up for auction; how about we go have a look?" Song Leqin gave Jiang Hezhou a knowing look, and he immediately ran out of the living room.

Jiang Wenshan was furious at the moment, but when he heard about the ancient painting, his anger instantly dissipated, just like a child, "Where?"

"I’ll take you there." Song Leqin’s lips curved in a smile. Only her father and son still didn’t understand dad’s temper after all these years. It was lucky she was there to mediate; otherwise, the beatings would have been frequent.